on the f*****g over of Chelsea Welch

let’s begin with what a waitress does in a day…

a waitress works her a*s off,

forced to have the biggest smile in the world

for every miserable f**k, every fat american

family with its screaming & misbehaving

rugrats, who come in to shovel food into their

gullets,

like it was going out of style,

like they had some anonymous tip that

famine was coming.

 

a waitress makes dick for a wage &

relies on the tips of her customers,

which is why, no matter how bad her own day

has been, before she drags herself into the shift,

she must kiss the a*s of these idiots

every night of every week that she toils in the

restaurant---

she gets stress from the bartender who won’t make the

drinks fast enough---

she gets s**t from the kitchen staff who f**k up her orders---

she gets crap from the busboys who won’t replenish the

salad bar---

she gets flack from the dishwasher who gives her s**t for

how she places down the dishes quick when racing around

the kitchen &

if she’s lucky, she gets hit on by the scumbag male customers

who’ve “had too much to drink” &

even the guys on the staff who just won’t leave her

alone.

 

now…what does a “pastor” do?

hmmm…a “pastor” reads to a flock of sheep from a work of

fiction, much like a mother might read to a small child from a

storybook &

when the eyes wide with belief begin to tear,

those swimming in idiocy shell out their hard earned cash

to the “pastor” who passes around the plate

in order to get funds for doing

absolutely nothing.

 

a “pastor” does not work &

they get a tax break for doing so---

a “pastor” walks around with a self-righteous air & is

constantly referred to by idiot believers as

“holy,” as somehow possessing a well of compassion

that others just can’t muster.

 

a “pastor” has a job for life if they want it---

s/he never has to worry about the restaurant going under,

s/he never has to worry about getting so stressed out one night

and losing it on a customer,

s/he never has to worry about dropping dead while on the clock

from being smothered in stress.

 

but this one, this special Alois Bell,

who felt the need to make reference to the fact that she pays

“only 10% to god” &

then went on to complain about tipping Chelsea,

via the very receipt in dispute,

she wants to take things further. 

 

she felt to make it known

that because she believes in this fictional character &

has taken up this juicy job to boot,

that she can stick it to those who work for peanuts

& who could give a f**k about

said fictional character---

now in this absurd world we live in,

the waitress who was just doing her job

no longer has one,

because Applebee’s wants to save its a*s in the PR

campaign---

because we aren’t allowed to see what these

money grubbing,

vial opportunists,

really are---

we aren’t allowed to see the veil lifted,

until they rape a young boy, etc.